#robot arms spidey

[womanofwords]

Revenge of Robot-Arms Spiderman

Isn’t it ironic that I posed this idea as artwork to @feathergil, only to write it myself as a fic? Also, I would like to say that this takes place in a Spider-Society where everything has been fixed without anybody suffering any negative consequences (e.g., dying, witnessing a death, getting hurt, etc), everything is fine and nobody hates anybody.

Miles was running. He had no choice but to run. Spider-Man was onto him, and before anyone asked which one, it was the one with the four extra robot arms on his back. That guy was fast.

“Miles, where are you?” he sang, as he closed the gap scarily fast. “I want to talk to you!”

“Nope!” Miles said, turning invisible and hiding under a table in the cafeteria.

“What are you doing?” Malala asked.

“Hiding from Robot-Arms Spidey,” Miles panted. “Help, please! He can’t know I’m here! He wants vengeance!”

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Malala sighed. “You hid on his back and made him look like an idiot! That was embarrassing!”

“Are you going to help me, or just lecture?” Miles hissed. Suddenly, the table was lifted up and tossed aside, to the horror of Miles and Malala.

“Found you!” Robot-Arms Spidey sang. Miles scrambled away.

“I don’t know what you want from me!” Miles yelled.

“An apology is what I want!” Robot-Arms Spidey yelled.

Malala looked at her halal burger, which was now on the floor. “Well, there goes lunch. Spidey luck strikes again!”

Miles was freaking out. What was Robot-Arms Spidey going to do? Would he have to fight him? He was out-limbed. “What do you expect me to do? What do you want?” Miles yelled.

“I want you,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, a maniacal grin on his face.

“For what? A fight?” Miles looked at all the limbs, preparing to run. “You have literal robot arms!”

“Robot arms? Weak,” Claw said, flexing his extra arms for emphasis, both physical and phantom. One of them grabbed at his sides, and he squeaked. “On second thought, never mind. These ones should probably be amputated.”

“Poor thing. Outgunned and outsmarted.” Robot hands grabbed Miles’ wrists, and Miles struggled in vain to get free.

“And now for revenge.” Four hands, two robot hands and two human hands, kneaded and teased, poked and prodded. Miles squealed and bit his tongue. He wasn’t going to be treated like a silly little kid. He was an adult . . . almost. “It’s OK. You can hold back your laughter. I mean, it’s your funeral.”

“Thihihihihis is weheheheird! Hey!” Miles quit talking altogether as one of the robot hands reached upwards towards his ribcage.

“You know why I’m going after you, right? You humiliated me. You made me look like an idiot for not catching you, for not noticing you. This is a revenge fitting for a child.” The four hands teased giggles out of Miles like an expert violinist.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Miles screamed. He winced with embarrassment as more and more Spiderpeople were coming over to look at him, intrigued by the sound of hysterical laughter. “I’M SORRY!”

“Not enough,” Robot-Arms Spidey taunted. “I’m still pretty wounded about this thing.” Miles was kicking and screaming with laughter, tears threatening to roll down his reddening face.

“HOW MANY TIMES CAN I SAY I’M SORRY? I WAS DESPERATE TO GET AWAY!” Miles howled.

“And I have to keep you here until I’m sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, smirking. “Hold on, let me try a little something . . .” He pulled out a remote and flipped a switch. The hands began to vibrate, and Miles shrieked. “I wonder how long this will last. Or rather, I wonder how long you will last.” One of the human hands traced Miles’ navel through the suit, and he could have sword that he passed out for half a second.

“What are you doing?” Peni Parker asked, as SP//DR Mark 2 pulled a confused face with emoticons.

“Peni! Thank God you’re here!” Miles cooed.

“The arms are underutilised. I’ll hold him while you web him and then you can use all six arms,” Peni advised.

“Thanks, little lady,” Robot-Arms Spidey said, releasing Miles only to be grabbed by Peni and held to the wall for incredibly strong webbing to bind his wrists to the wall.

“Sure, just try not to kill him,” Peni said, sidestepping away.

“No! Peni! You traitor! You can’t leave me with this guy!” Miles wailed. The four robot hands advanced on him, buzzing with vibration. The human hands flexed and stretched as Robot-Arms Spidey grinned and cracked his knuckles.

“This ought to teach you a lesson,” he said.

_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Meanwhile, the rest of the Spider-Society was listening and taking bets. “OK, ten dollars says that he will pass out,” Miguel said to Peter B. Parker.

“Nah, Miles has more endurance than that,” Peter said. “Give it half an hour.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be trying to rescue him? He’ll probably pass out,” Gwen said.

“In the words of Miles Morales, ‘Nah. I’mma do my own thing’,” Lyla said. “Maybe this is his own thing.”

“Lyla, make a note of this weakness,” Miguel ordered.

“Already done it,” Lyla said. “It looks a lot like your list of weaknesses.”

“Lyla, shut up.”

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@shyticklemonster

@sweetsoftspot

[bigfan-fanfic]

Bats in the Web (Spider-Man!Batdad x Batfam)

What if batfam meets a version of Batdad who is Spider-Man in his universe??

"We can't interfere!" Bruce growls. "I know you want to help, but after the last world we jumped into, we can't take chances."

Dick sighs. The last world they went into, they nearly ruined everything because Gotham had no Batman yet.

But luckily, something descends upon the mugging in progress.

But it isn't Batman.

A strange silver cable zips into view and slams into the assailant's back, spreading in a strange geometric pattern. He stumbles forward at the force of the blow, before the cable springs taut, and the mugger is flung into the air.

Someone lithe and graceful sails through the air, trailing more silver cables and quickly wraps the stranger up in them, robotic arms emerging from their back to assist - almost like a four-armed... spider.

The mugger dangles upside down from a traffic light, completely mummified in silver, and the figure, in a black bodysuit with light-catching silver filaments in a web pattern shining along the whole thing, and what appears to be a yellow hood and short jacket, crouches atop it.

"You get home safe, you hear?" they call. "We'll just be... hangin' around."

The would-be victim grins up at them. "Thanks, Spidey!"

But the Bats are looking shocked.

Because that was clearly your voice, only slightly altered by a voice changer - the voice you use when you broadcast to negotiate with people while they're on patrol.

Before they can speak, though, you've flung yourself through the air, opening your arms to reveal the gliding wings attached from your sides to the arms of your jacket so you can sail through the air.

"Pops is... Spider-Man?" Dick yelps.

From what they can surmise, in this universe, Bruce still lost his parents at a young age, but he didn't develop the desire to become Batman.

Instead, while on a field trip, you were exposed to some kind of radioactive spider, and Bruce did what he could to keep your secret and develop his technological aptitude to help you.

It was Alfred's death that convinced you to become a hero - his last words to you being that with great power came great responsibility.

You and Bruce are still very young in this world, barely old enough to have adopted a young Dick Grayson. It's probable that Damian won't be born, and Tim won't be adopted by you.

You're so much more cheerful than Batman - Gotham's Spider-Man quips, sometimes with dark humor, and inspires her citizens to fight back against the oppressive darkness of their city with good humor and clever tactics.

The Bats make their way to Wayne Manor, only to find the harsh brickwork and traditional architecture has made way for modern-quality of life improvements, fiber optic light fixtures, glass bay windows, and high tech at every turn. It barely resembles their Wayne Manor.

In fact, the caverns beneath the estate aren't even utilized, with there instead being a high-tech laboratory on the grounds with a launchpad to fling you over the bay and into the city.

It's a shock to see them - Bruce Wayne, his body in shape but much softer: he obviously works out hard but he's clearly not a fighter. His movements are relaxed, even sluggish compared to the constant vigilance of the Bat. And he wears an unfamiliar expression on his face - a genuine lazy grin.

Meanwhile there's this world's you - lithe and strong, battle-worn and with the at-rest tension of a vigilante.

Alt-Bruce and you have an easy banter, a love very much like two young people - you're only a little older than Dick, after all, which he finds weird - especially when he and Tim babysit his younger version.

Jason is utterly touched when Alt-Bruce asks about all the kids, so he can make sure to adopt them - he wouldn't want them going homeless in this world. All Jason knows is that young Jason Todd in this world might just be saved from years of trauma.

You're still the strategist, but Bruce is your mission control and the gear/science guy - he helps with upgrades and is the one to suggest a way to get the Bats back to their world.

But you'll need their help.

You fly through the city that night accompanied by five gliding shadows. Shadows that brutally subdue the henchmen of Black Mask as you soar above their heads, connecting some power towers with a filament web, forming a major circuit Alt-Bruce can use to power a tachyonic collider, which should launch them back into their world.

They return to their world, but Jason pulls Bruce aside.

"B... you owe him."

"Owe him what? Who, Jaybird?"

Jason sighs. "Pops. You owe him a chance to see that smile. On you."

Bruce looks at him. "You think my face can still do that?"

"Hey, I was surprised that you were actually funny! But... yeah, I do."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe you're right..."

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Fuck I have such a fun idea for a spidersona but I cannot draw comic style supers to save my life my cartoony guys are easy but supersuits are the fucking devil

Holy shit I just saw the new spiderverse I think it actually changed me on like a biological level. I'm never gonna be normal about these movies

[minisugakoobies]

💚 or ❤️ with Lee Know

Oooh, my choice? Ok!! Let's go with: 💚 [ Seductive ] - A deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire

Also I wrote more Spidey!Minho 🕸️💕

***********

"I always imagined one day I'd end up in one of your webs - but I have to admit, I didn't quite picture it like this."

You stare down at the spiderweb hanging hundreds of feet down from the edge of the platform on which you stand. It’s strung up between two nearby buildings, swaying patiently as it waits to catch you.

Minho rolls his eyes at your quip. Why did he decide to go along with your plan? Defeating the super AI trying to take over the world by blowing up its server farm from the top of the building down? It's insane. You're insane.

"Enough with the flirting already. Don’t make me restrain you," he threatens, shooting a tendril of webbing at you, enough to wrap around your wrists, tying them together.

You look at your bound hands, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, now who’s flirting?" you croon playfully.

"Stop making me regret our little deal," Minho groans, rubbing at his head through the holes in his ripped mask. The two of you had promised not to attack one another in the name of saving the world. Teaming up with you was a terrible idea, but he’s desperate. Why else would he turn to his nemesis for help? "How long do we have?"

"Until the bombs I set send this building and all those crazy robots inside straight to hell where they belong? Maybe five minutes?" You glance at your watch. "Uh, maybe five minutes four minutes ago, that is."

Minho rips off what's left of his mask to gawk at you. "What?!"

"We have sixty seconds left, so, uh - better make them count!"

Minho's eyes widen as you loop your bound arms over his neck and kiss him.

When he thinks back on it later, and he will think about it, a lot, he'll tell himself it's the adrenaline surging through his veins that makes his heart race as your lips touch his. That the exhilaration of the moment compels him to clutch at you, holding you tight.

But the way he kisses you back... well, that he can't explain. Maybe he's insane now, too. It's an intense feeling, whatever it is, and he gives in to it, mouth moving fervently with yours, every press of your lips burning him up inside, on and on and…

Minho slowly realizes there has been a distinct lack of explosions. “Uh, what happened to sixty seconds??”

You check your watch. “Oh, ha! I got the hands mixed up. Damn, I’m always doing that.” Minho can’t do anything but stare as you rip your wrists apart and back away from him, towards the edge of the platform. “But we’re definitely down to like thirty seconds, so… catch me if you can!” 

You jump. The building beneath his feet begins to shake, and he springs into action, diving forward. He reaches you just before you hit the web, and wraps himself around you, helping you tuck and roll safely across the woven landing pad.

He lands on top of you, automatically giving you a once-over to make sure you’re not injured, like he’d do for anyone else he just rescued from a death-defying drop.

“I knew you’d save me,” you sigh, staring up at him with lovestruck eyes. 

He groans, flopping onto his back. Yeah. Definitely insane.

(@minttangerines @kiestrokes @chans-room)

[thinking1bee]

You Haven't Failed Part 10

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover @ara-a-bird @alexawynters

You watched the streets below, your eyes taking in everything as you crouched on top of a building. Since returning from the mission, you haven’t gone back to the compound. It was clear that you were needed more here since Wanda felt confident enough to share her dissenting opinions on your methods.

Whatever.

Her words weren’t going to stop you. The world couldn’t afford another Thanos. You wouldn’t survive another Thanos. If you had to clean this world up one body at a time, so be it. Wanda didn’t understand yet, but she would. She would come to see why you did what you did. After all, this was all for her. So, you waited, and you watched, your eyes taking in everything as you felt power course through you. It was only a matter of time. Someone wouldn’t be able to help themselves. It was interesting, the way people operated. Just as you used your powers for the greater good, others used theirs to kill and destroy. It was why this was necessary. New York was full of rats that needed to be exterminated, and you weren’t talking about the ones that occupied the dank subways.

Distantly, you heard an alarm go off, your eyes flickering in the direction of where it was coming from. You stood up straight and clenched your jaw. Tiny tendrils of the black tissue extended from the neck of your suit. You heard them move, the suit obeying your will as sounds of gelatinous fibers wrapped around your head. It formed your mask, the world anew to you when you felt your senses heighten. You could see the rats now. They were breaking into a jewelry store, moving rapidly and haphazardly as they snatched what they could and threw it into a backpack. You extended your arm and shot out a web before swinging to your destination. Had you paid attention, you would have noticed that your webs were black, but you were focused, your body moving as it always did when you swung, and you felt yourself grow excited with anticipation.

“We can exterminate the rats and cleanse this world of the vermin that occupies the shadows,” a voice whispered across your mind.

Yes. One rat at a time. One day at a time. You would create a world in which no one could take Wanda away from you.

Ever. Again.

***

“An alien,” Tony echoed, his unamused voice grumbling the words.

Why was it always an alien? These days you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting a goddamn alien. Tony remembered the good ole’ days where humanity’s biggest concern was the possibility of the robots taking over. Tony had been excited for that one. Well…that was until Ultron happened. Wanda was pacing in his lab, the nail of her thumb in between her teeth as she bit it in stress. She had no idea where you were, and you hadn’t come back to the compound after returning from the HYDRA mission. Wanda stopped her pacing and focused on you, her power calling out to you the way it did all those days ago. Last time, she was able to feel you. She felt the distress in your body and the pain in your heart.  It was so concentrated that it took her breath away. She knew that you were at the Empire state building, and she called you home. This time, when she tried to search for you, it was like she smacked face first into a brick wall. Her magic hit an unyielding force, and she wasn’t met with your loving soul. Wanda felt something malevolent, dark. Her magic recoiled, sinister echoes of something inhuman felt before her magic snapped back into her. Her eyes had barely returned to normal when she gasped softly.

“Oh, god. Y/n.”

“Did you find them?” Tony asked her and she shook her head, her worry ratcheting a level higher at what she felt.

“It’s keeping me from them.”

Tony stared at her, a shiver running down his spine at the implication of her words. What could have you in its grips that it was strong enough to repel Wanda? She was the damn Scarlet Witch, her namesake well-earned and well deserved for a reason. She was the strongest avenger out of everyone, and that wasn’t an overexaggeration. Tony slowly nodded his head, his anxiety spiking as he sat there. The lab was quiet for a moment before an idea occurred to him. He quickly turned to his computer and typed into it. Then, he turned to the space behind him and interacted with it. Tony brought up a holographic projection of New York City, and near the east side was a flashing red dot. You weren’t using the suit he made for you, since Tony wasn’t getting any more of your biometric readings or camera feed, but you were still wearing it, the bracelet around your wrist active and tracing your location. Wanda took in the area, noting that it was nothing but small businesses. Why were you there?

“Do you want me to come with you?” Tony asked, and Wanda nodded. She wouldn’t be able to do this alone.

“There’s just one thing that I need you to do first,” she said as she looked at him. Tony returned her gaze before he slowly sat back in his seat.

***

Another sharp thwack of flesh against flesh filled the space before more blood splattered on the ground. The meager pathetic excuse of an alarm silenced some time ago, and the guys that had broken into the jewelry store tried to attack you the moment they saw you. It was almost too easy. There was no thrill in this when they barely put up a fight. You landed another punch on an already shattered jaw, and the thief in your hold whimpered before he went still. Blood and saliva from his mouth dripped thickly onto the ground, the bones hanging unnaturally from his face. The other thief lied in the corner with a dislocated arm and a broken leg. You’d snapped his femur in two, the bone jutting through his muscle and skin as blood poured through and drenched his jeans. You dropped the body in your hold and stood up straight, your knuckles cracking in your hand as you eyed what was in front of you with disdain.

What a waste of space.

“Exterminate the pests.”

You grunted, the thoughts resounding inside of you to solidify the sense of purpose you felt. It only felt right, and you didn’t spare the bodies behind you a second glance as you went to leave the jewelry store. The crunch of broken glass beneath your feet, and the sounds of gurgled and labored breathing behind you, were the only things you heard before something else sounded off in the night air. The deep whine of thrusters signified the arrival of Tony in his Iron-man suit, and next to him was your girlfriend. Wanda landed on the ground softly, her magic dimming minutely as she looked at you with intense worry in her eyes.

“Hey, kid,” Tony said to you as he landed as well. You didn’t respond to him, nor did you return his greeting. Your mask unfurled to reveal your face as you looked between him and Wanda.

“What is this?”

“детка,” Wanda began, her voice shaky as she took a tentative step towards you. You watched her with sharp, unblinking eyes. “You need to take the suit off.”

A single laugh left you as you cracked a smile. “And why would I do that?”

“You’re in danger. The suit is hurting you.”

You laughed again as you crossed your arms. Wanda watched as the tendrils around your head swayed. She knew that the symbiote was watching her, studying her.

“This suit is the best thing that’s happened to me, Wands. For the first time in years, I feel as though I have the power to protect you, to protect us.”

Wanda shook her head. “Baby, it’s an alien. It’s been using you, sucking your strength, and polluting your mind.”

“She doesn’t believe in us.”

Your jaw clenched as you felt an angry defensiveness rise inside of you. The flesh around you shook with agitation, the symbiote feeding off your emotions, as you looked at them.

“If you give me time, I can show you that I can protect you,” you said to her, your voice fervent as you tried to get her to see that you were strong. “I can do this.”

“It’s not that-”

“Then what is it??” you snapped as you cut off her words.

“Y/n, we need you to calm down,” Tony interjected. He  moved closer to Wanda, his helmet opening so you could see his face.

“They don’t believe in you.”

“I don’t understand,” you almost whispered, your expression morphing from anger to hurt. In that moment, Wanda wanted nothing more than to hug you, and to chase the hurt away and smooth the wrinkles between your scrunched eyebrows. Those wrinkles only appeared when you were sad.

“I don’t understand. Why won’t you trust me on this?” you asked her.

“детка, I do trust you,” Wanda said, and with the way she said it, with so much passion in her voice, you almost believed her. “I trust you with my life and my love.”

“If she trusted us, then why would she ask us to be weak again?”

Your breaths were coming out heavier, your teeth grinding as you tried to make sense of your thoughts and this altercation. As you turned away from them to think, you felt something in your mind, the feeling of the magic familiar as it covered you. You whirled around to face Wanda, the suit almost screeching as you bared your teeth. The tendrils were vibrating now, their movements like a coiled snake preparing to attack.

“Stay out of my head!”

Wanda’s eyes widened. You’ve never once said that to her. Never. You always welcomed her inside with open arms and your reassuring consent, but now, it was like there was a gaping black hole where you were supposed to be. There wasn’t any warmth. There wasn’t any love. Fury and venom met her with a malice that scared her.

“Please listen to us, Y/n,” Tony spoke. “That suit is making you do things. It’s turning you into someone you aren’t.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond. The voice in your head said something that made you falter. You visibly paused as you stared ahead at nothing, your entire focus on what you felt.

“Kill him.”

Two words. Just two simple words, and it was enough to make you freeze. Killing people who were genuine threats was one thing, but you loved Tony. He was like a crazy uncle to you. He was someone who could make you smile and give you advice when you needed it. He had been a shoulder for you to cry on, a smile that brightened your day. He helped you the most when Wanda died. After the snap, the Avengers disassembled for a while, the team scattered and shattered, and if it wasn’t for Tony, you wouldn’t have come back. You were prepared to leave the Avengers for good, the grief you felt so strong that it crushed you, but he was there for you. He gave you strength when you didn’t have it. He gave you hope when everything felt hopeless. You came back and reintegrated yourself back into a family that had been broken but was still strong. Soon, it wasn’t just Tony. It was Thor. It was Natasha. It was Bruce. It was Steve. All the ones that survived made sure that you were taken care of, and as you stared at the man that quite literally saved your life, you realized just how misplaced that thought was.

You blinked and focused on the two in front of you. They stared at you, their expressions a mixture of beseeching and tapered panic. You shook your head. You couldn’t give this up. Not yet.

“I’m out of here,” you murmured. You turned around and prepared to leave when you heard Tony’s voice.

“I’m sorry for this, kid.”

You were about to face him and ask him what the hell he was talking about, but instead, a sharp, ringing sound fractured the quiet night. It echoed, it’s pitch too high and vociferous, as the pain cleaved you in two. Immediately, you fell to your knees and clamped your hands over your ears, screams of anguish leaving you as the world exploded into light and agony.

Part 11

[spider-mancan]

tony's been messing around with a new AI dedicated for the suit. FRIDAY is a good girl, but is too prone to engage kill mode, so to speak, so tony has been feeding battle information and data into a new program for a while. and if recently he's been fighting a lot besides one friendly neighborhood spidey, that shouldn't make a difference.

and then tony decided to develop it further, creating a program that will analyze and make decisions based off how it's recognized tony making decisions previously. so Tony throws is a bunch of footage from the lab. and Peter is always in the lab. which, again, shouldn't make a difference.

except that AI isn't bug-free, and tony really wants to fuck Peter.

so when FRIDAY tells him he's needed in the lab, and tony casually strolls down to find Peter pinned down over a workbench, pants around his ankles, getting fucked between two suits, Tony knows it's his fault.

he knows, even though the mug of coffee in his hand falls through his fingers and shatters on the floor, that he fed the AI too much, and it figured out too much. Peter sobs out a Mr. Stark, please before his eyes roll back and he comes for the nth time, a puddle of white on the tile between his legs, and tony knows he'll never forget that, even though he knows hes a monster.

he stutters through his override, a full fifteen seconds of processing later, and Peter sobs when the robots stop holding him down and step away. theres red around his wrists and tear tracks down his cheeks. his hole is gaping open. Tony watches it clench around nothing before he remembers he should be taking care of his mentee like a good mentor instead of wanting to plunge three fingers into his cunt and hear him wail.

"they just keep going," peter mumbles, delirious, as Tony gathers him in his arms. he pressed his face into Tony's neck. "just...ah. no matter what. i tried to, to get away but--"

"shhh, it's okay now. you don't have to think about it anymore."

Peter peels away from Tony's skin and looks at him with wide, teary, empty eyes. "it felt so good, Mr. stark. Even when it was bad." he shivers, goosebumps under Tony's hand. "thank you, sir."

tony doesn't ask if peter is thanking him for the override, or because he knows that tony made those machines hold him down and fuck him until his vital got so out of control it procked FRIDAYs safety protocols.

flight gel and oil smears down Peter's thighs in thick globs, plat plat plat on the tile, on tony's leather dress shoes. "i'm so sorry," tony says, because he can't think of anything else to say, but Peter is already limp and pliant in his arms, knocked out.

later, Tony reviews the footage. 142 minutes -- not all penetrative, lots of foreplay, all of which Peter had desperately tried to get away from until roughly the 45 minute mark. peter came seven times. he started crying after the third.

Tony is a monster.

"FRIDAY, review the footage again."

[ooglyboooglybitxh]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

mom!shuri x mom!reader

contains: MEGA FLUFF,sfw, lesbian mothers,male baby

summary: shuri and reader have a child

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜: Reader is Dominicanã and black,Childs Name is Nahir (Nah-here), Nahir is 7 months, Shuri got reader pregnant. Orange Is Reader aka Y/n, Purple Is Shuri, Nahir Is Blue.

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟡:𝟛𝟟:𝟙𝟚 𝔸𝕄

(yes so specific😂)

Nahir crys from his crib besides his mothers bed

Y/n groans from hearing her son whining

“Baby” Y/n groans to Shuri

Shuri wakes up and sits up and looks at her son

“what's wrong, hm“ Shuri says to Nahir as she picks him up

Shuri immediately makes a face as she smell Nahir’s diaper and takes him to the changing table and begins to change him

Y/n sits up ash she puts her hair in a ponytail and walks over to Shuri and Nahir

“Morning“ Y/n says against Shuri’s shoulder as she smiles

“Hey“ Shuri says not looking at Y/n trying to focus on their child “Eh! Hey! no kicking“ Shuri says scolding Nahir

*Nahir giggles* and Shuri smiles and shakes her head as she throws away the dirty diaper

“He's so goofy“ Y/n jokes “He takes after you“ shuri says after washing her hands walking over to Y/n kissing her lips

“Morning breath“ Y/n warns Shuri, and in response Shuri sucks her teeth

Y/n goes to brush her teeth bringing her phone with her

*Nahir Whines* as Y/n walks into the bathroom

(A/N: they have a bathroom in their room which- lemme just put a picture)

(So basically Nahir can still see Y/n he’s just overreacting🤣)

“I'm right here junior“Y/n ressures Nahir

Shuri walks in with Nahir in her arms

“see she's fine she's right here“ Shuri says to her son

Y/n wips Nahir’s tears and kisses his forehead

“Estoy bien, no hace falta llorar“(“I'm okay no need to cry“) Y/n says to Nahir as she begins to brush her teeth

“mmmm“ Nahir whines reaching for Y/n

“she's busy unyana“(son) shuri says kissing her son's cheek

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𝟙𝟘:𝟘𝟞:𝟜𝟝 𝔸𝕄

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Everyone is in the living room.

Nahir is playing with his toys and watching “Spidey And His Amazing Friends“

(A/N: me personally I will never turn on Cocomelon for my children that's just me 🤷🏾‍♀️)

turning away from the TV Nahir crawls to Shuri leg, putting his arms over her knee

Shuri looks down to see her son looking at her and picks him up and gently sets him on her lap

“hm” Nahir hands her his stuffed turtle

“You want me to hold it?”Shuri says taking the turtle from him

Nahir grabs his baby blue teddy bear and gives it to Shuri

He also picks up his toy robot and begins playing with it

Y/n recording it all

Shuri catches it and just chuckles softly

“So cute” Y/n says saving the video to her snapchat memories and exporting it to her phone

and Nahir just laughs

“what are you laughing at” Shuri says tickling Nahir

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Nahir crawls to the kitchen and Y/n saw him

“Hungry Mhijo?” (son) Y/n picks up Nahir and brings him in the kitchen and gently sets him down in his high chair.

Y/n grabs two gerber baby puff containers “blueberry or banana” she says putting them on his little table

(A/N: GERBER BABY PUFFS BUSSSSS😤😤)

per usual he hits the blueberry one

“eh” Nahir grunts hitting the blueberry one

“should’ve even asked” Y/n says under her breath

Shuri come up the stairs from her lab walking to the kitchen

“you’re eating now eh?” She says playfully pushing his cheek and sitting on the counter

Y/n pours puffs on his table and closes the container and Nahir starts to eat

Y/n walks to the couch slamming herself onto the cushion grunting loudly

Nahir notices and side-eyes her then goes back to eating

Shuri laughs at his face expression

“what?” Y/n asks looking up from the couch

“he side-eyed you”she says chuckling

“boujee ass child” Y/n says mumbling under her breath

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟙𝟚:𝟜𝟙:𝟛𝟞 ℙ𝕄

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Nahir fell asleep on shuri’s chest Y/n notices and walks toward Shuri

“He’s asleep” Y/n tells Shuri

Shuri looks down at Nahir “Oh i didn’t notice” she says softly petting his curls

Shuri carries him to their room, before she sets him in the crib she kisses his forehead

“Ndiyakuthandana, unyana” (“i love you, son”) she says then softly placing him inside his crib putting the blanket over his chest

Y/n walks into the bedroom seeing Shuri watch their son sleep

She leans down behind her and puts her right arm over Shuri’s neck

“you’re so attached to him” she says “and its adorable” she smirks softly

Shuri giggles “He is my child, my everything” she says moving hair from Nahir’s face, then laying her head on Y/n’s chest.

“You know…this all would’ve been possible without you” she says looking up at Y/n “I love you…so much” she says kissing Y/n passionately

Y/n pulls away softly “i love you more amór”(love) she she says as she cups her cheek

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yall im sorry if you thought it was short

but i tried my best to make it long as possible 😅

but if you enjoyed and want to see more of Nahir, request and let me knowwww

[sugarzandsweetz]

Wardrobe Malfunction (Miguel O’Hara x (y/n))

Lyla decides to mess with Miguel as he is talking to one of his colleague that he has some feelings for.

*inspired by a comic I saw on TikTok)

*Y/n is gender neutral

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Miguel may not posses spidey-sense as many of the spider people in Alchemex, but he does know when there are eyes on him.

“Why are you staring at me?” Miguel asked, not sounding bothered but a bit curious. The spider glances away from his many computer screen to the other spider in the room. He feels a bit warm in his cheeks as Miguel notices how they are eyeing his form.

“What kind of material is your suit made out of?” asked (y/n), the spider from Earth 0923. Their designation: the Wolf Spider.

Their pupils seem to narrow into slits as (y/n) studies Miguel’s form.

Due to being bitten by a radioactive wolf spider, (y/n) has developed the many attributes of one. Insane eyesight, good hunting skills, and amazing agility. They have become one of Miguel’s top spider people as (y/n) has proven to be loyal and quick at executing a mission.

But some people are wondering if there is another reason why Miguel always has (y/n) around.

Miguel looks down at his suit for a second before looking back at (y/n)

“Why?” he asked.

“Well, my suit is made out of a cotton blend mixed with some elastic component so that it’s comfortable and breathable.” (Y/n) said, pulling on one of their sleeves. The material snaps back onto their skin when (y/n) lets go. “The spiders here wear spandex, armor, robot suits, or fur—in that werewolf’s case.”

(Y/n) leans in to study Miguel’s body.

“Yet, I can’t see what your suit is made of.” (Y/n) said, pouting.

For some reason, Miguel feels a tad proud to tell them. “My suit is made of special nanotechnology.” he boasted, demonstrating by causing the sleeve of his right arm to disappear and reappear. “It’s like a hologram almost.”

“Don’t act so high and mighty! Like you know how to design it!” snipped Lyla as the AI flickers into thin air. “Do you know how hard it was to design nano tech that can’t be traced or hacked into?”

Miguel glares at Lyla for ruining the moment. “Are you serious right now? You designed the suit while I did the calculations!” he hissed, flashing his fangs at Lyla. “You nearly made me look like some multicolored clown!”

“Yes, and now you look like some scary crusader!”

“Tu poco—“

Before Miguel can finish his curse in Spanish, (y/n) speaks up.

“Does this mean it’s like some holo screen?” (Y/n) asked, suddenly revealing that they are right in front of Miguel.

Miguel takes a step back, startled by (y/n)’s close proximity. The Hispanic male is stuck staring into their eyes as they view him curiously.

“Uh, I guess if you put it like that.” Miguel said.

“Hmm.” (Y/n) said, making a funny face.

Seeing (y/n) make such a face gives Miguel the strong urge to grab their cheeks and squeeze them. (Y/n) always makes the most interesting faces. It’s what of the reasons Miguel likes them.

“Aren’t you worried it’ll fizz out? Like a broken computer cutting out suddenly?” (Y/n) asked curiously.

That question catches Miguel off guard.

“I don’t see that happening. Besides, how could something like that happen?” he asked, almost insulted at the idea.

This is 2099 technology. He’s perfected crossing into other dimensions without going through spontaneous disruption of his molecules. If he can’t handle putting together a high-tech suit, how can Miguel call himself a scientist.

“Oh, maybe like this!” Lyla spoke up before there is a clicking noise.

At first, Miguel doesn’t notice anything off. Not until he sees (y/n)‘a face turn a bright red.

“Spider-Man underwear?” (Y/n) said with a squeak.

“WHAA?!”

Miguel looks down and squawks when he realizes his suit has disappeared and he is now in his underwear.

“LYLA!” Miguel roared, realizing what Lyla has done. The AI is laughing her ass off as she watches Miguel hide behind a chair.

“I’m going to go!” (Y/n) said quickly as they spin around and hurried out of the room.

“Dammit Lyla! Why did you do that?!” Miguel yelled as his suit returns.

“What? I thought showing off your body will help you get bonus points with (y/n)!” Lyla said.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? NO ME AYUDES!”

[the-kr8tor]

Hello thank you for doing my hobie x Rockstar reader I swear you're going to get a annoyed with me and these requests but you do them so fucking perfect🥰😘

But I do have a new request for you can you do a Hobie x gang leader reader

Where reader always comes back home injured or what little bruises and she refuses to tell him where she goes through sundown and midnight so he gets tired of her excuses and decides to follow her and find out she's a whole gaming leader and she's in the middle of a fight 😘🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for requesting again! this took on a life of it's own lol, I just finished playing miles morales, so i got inspired lmao. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x Gang leader! Reader

TW blood, TW injuries, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie shouldn't be following you, but he has had enough of you coming home bruised and injured in random places. At first he thought that clumsiness got the best of you, he'd gladly take care of you, occasionally patting your bruises with a cold compress, or cleaning up little scratches with an antibiotic. But last night you came home with a deep gash on your shoulder, your once smooth skin marred by splotches of dried blood, you tried to hide it with a sweater, thinking he wouldn't notice you wincing everytime you moved your arms.

Of course he would notice.

He needs to know who keeps hurting you, someone needs to pay for the pain they've cost you. He keeps trying to ask you what happened but you keep dodging his questions.

"Just a scratch, babe"

"I tripped and fell, ain't that funny?"

"I bruise easily, remember?"

He jumps gracefully from a rooftop, swinging from building to building, not making a single sound as to not give away his position. Hobie follows your dark clad form, your hoodie hiding your scowl.

You cut through an alleyway, Hobie's spidey senses go off, sending electricity through his body. In slow motion, a squad of red armoured men ambush you, readying their weapons to shoot in your direction.

His heart thumps loudly in his chest "no, not you"

Questions rush through his mind rapidly. Did they find out that you're close to him, and you've been fighting for your life this whole time? How'd they find you? Do they know his secret identity? Why didn't you tell him?

Hobie jumps head first towards the alley, but before he could land, he hears you yell, not in pain but in anger. His head snaps towards the sound, expecting to see you cowering in defense, instead he sees you uppercut one of the intruders, shattering their mask into tiny shards.

The purple glow of your metal gauntlets shine brightly in the dark alley. The dark clothing you're wearing is now covered in the same glow, slowly wrapping around you like vines, forming metal plates around you like armour.

He stares in awe at your tech, forgetting for a second that you're in a fight.

He jumps into the fray, as he sees you dodge an oncoming kick, in retaliation, you punch the man in the stomach, hard. Hobie smirks at your hidden strength.

"Never thought you had it in you, love!" Hobie yells as he webs a man to the wall, effectively trapping him.

"This is none of your business, spiderman!" Your voice sounds robotic through the metal mask you're now wearing. The bright purple glow of your eyes stares angrily at Hobie.

You probably still think he doesn't know that you're under there, thinking your Hobie just so happens to stumble upon the fight.

Good on you for trying to hide your secret identity, it just so happens you hid his too. Hobie decides to play along for now. He'll ask you questions later.

Shit you curse, you never thought your boyfriend would show up while you're on your way to hq, coincidentally while you get ambushed by Roxxon. Just your luck.

While you're distracted, one of the men gets closer to you with a knuckle aimed at your face, you dodge at the last minute, the incoming punch hits your injured shoulder instead. You scream in pain, knees giving out, your heavy gauntlets weigh you down on the dirty concrete. You can feel the crude stitches opening up.

Hobie hears your screams, he sees your form crouched on the concrete, while one of the assailants aims his weapon at your head.

You're too far away from him, he's not gonna make it, his heart pounds loudly on his chest.

He has the brilliant idea to use his guitar. Hobie takes it from his back, quickly strumming its strings, a loud electric shockwave pulsates from the guitar, knocking back all the enemies except for you, as you brace yourself on the concrete.

Hobie races towards you, your ears ring from the loud sound, not hearing him call your name. All you feel is a presence coming towards you, fast.

Without missing a beat, you reprogram your gauntlets into a sword, the now sharp metal glinting in the moonlight.

You turn sharply towards the presence, you swing your sword, recognizing his suit you stop yourself from swinging, stopping just by his neck, you breathe out. Shit.

"Shit" you let go of your sword, it drops on the concrete in a metallic clang.

"Fuck" the whites of his mask widened.

You both hear a groan from behind you, turning around, one of the armoured men is starting to wake up.

Hobie needs to talk to you, preferably not here. Quickly grabbing your waist, careful not to touch your shoulder, he swings you both away from the alley.

"Let me go!" You scream out, still acting like you don't know him.

"We need to talk!" Hobie yells so you could hear him through your yelling and the loud wind.

"What?!"

Your questions get answered when you both end up on your flat's rooftop, you can see from your peripheral the flower you planted months ago.

"Oh, shit" you say meekly, adrenaline slowly fading away. The metal mask makes your voice sound robotic.

"Oh shit, that's right, love!" He takes off his mask, frustrated. "I thought someone was hurting you! And you're out here playing vigilante!"

Your eyes widen at his outburst "look who's talking!" You scoff, pointing at his suit.

He waits for his breathing to calm down, to think that if he wasn't following you tonight you would've– no he doesn't want to think about it.

Hobie looks at your face still covered in metal.

Hobie huffs, exasperated "why didn't you tell me?" He asks, hurt on his face.

"I didn't want you to worry" you're afraid to cross the small distance. "Roxxon needed to pay for what they did"

"You're part of the underground then?" He gestures towards your purple armor. Hobie remembers fighting some goons in the same armor as you, back when he didn't know what their mission was, thinking they're another gang wreaking havoc in the city. They called themselves the underground.

"I AM the underground" you proudly say.

Hobie's chest fills with pride, you're right Roxxon needed to pay, those innocent people didn't deserve what that evil corporation did to them.

Hobie exhales out his anger, finally crossing the distance between you, still unsure whether to touch you or not.

"You alright?" His hand hovers over your shoulder.

You take a step towards him, the tips of your shoes kissing his, non-verbally telling him it's okay to get close to you.

Hobie understands your signal "Let me see you, please" he cups your jaw, the harsh metal grazing his hand.

You push a small button on the side, finally showing your face.

"There you are," Hobie smiles softly. He rubs your cheeks fondly.

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, please don't-" you hesitate for a second "don't make me stop what I'm doing, someone has to do it"

"I know" Hobie embraces you, putting his head on the crook of your neck "trust me, I know"

You should've told him, no one else knows how heavy the burden of responsibility is except for Hobie. He would've helped you carry yours.

You hug him tightly, ignoring the searing pain in your shoulder, you cling to his vest, blinking away tears that tries to escape you

"I'm sorry"

You should've told him.

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Thanks for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️

[cartoonbabbles]

Some Breakdown x Bumblebee headcanons since I’m watching Comodin Cam’s G1 marathon video and I’m seeing snippets of G1 breakdown

- I’m headcanoning BD and BB as both young adult (ish)? Like. Transformers maturity wise. Mid 20s is my guess, older than during the height of the war, still plenty of fight in them but they’ve lived enough to have a kind of routine between the two of them.

- BD puts on a cool and confident face for Bee’s sake. If he showed how scared he actually felt, Bee would have forced him to quit the race, and they’d both have gone into hiding. But he knows that both he and Bee like the thrill. It’s their thing

- Bee is slightly younger, BD is going through a crisis. (I mean why wouldn’t he be, he’s a fugitive and a war criminal, but no less than any of the other cybertronians, yet he’s somehow gotten the short end of the stick and doesn’t want to stay to find out what prison is like)

- Bee is super reassuring of how much he cares. Which is tough given how they ended up on opposite sides of the war.

- Bee can technically become a combiner limb. Does this make any sense? No. Fuck you, I want funny combiner shennanigans. Also Knockout can too (yes I’m throwing him in here). The poor other limb (likely Arcee) has to listen to her younger brother girlfail his way through coordinating movements while she’s the one doing the punching)

- Breakdown flusters easily, but likes to flirt and be seen as suave and as hot stuff. He’s a glass cannon and can dish it but can’t take a compliment without popping back into his alt-mode for a breather

- Bee (if they’re alone alone 100% for sure zero agents tailing them) is relentless in his flirting.

- Breakdown doesn’t actually have a driver’s seat. It’s all a hologram. He had a bad experience with a human who tried to drive him recklessly (scratched his new stripes too) so he figured out how to transform and not have any passenger seats on his own. It was painful, and Bee found him two days after a race he was scheduled to be at sulking in a cave, half transformed.

- this is more of a realization but I think the reason Bee started winning races was to take attention away from Breakdown. Notice how Schloeder never realized the same fucking muscle car barely tailing his black and yellow striped quarry

- I saw this funny post about spider man a few months back about how everyone knows who Spidey is or has some personal story with him, and rumors fly but you’ll never get anything if you pry. Same with Bee and Breakdown. Whispers of that time two drivers in sports cars flung their vehicles into a burning building and came out with seven people unharmed. A story about how a giant robot saved a kid from a rabid animal. Maybe a couple of voices deep in the woods comforting a crying teenager, telling them not to give up on asking the person they like out. Schloeder knows those stories are out there and it drives him nuts he can never get any first hand accounts

- Bee and Breakdown shared a garage in the Phillipines post war.

- Breakdown was sympathetic to the original Decepticon cause. He got involved more because the entertainment union took up arms with the original cries for revolution (he’s a Stunticon, and lord knows the Functionist senate didn’t give a damn about who got injured during a show)

- Breakdown painted the stripe himself. He wouldn’t stop bragging about it to Knockout and Bee. This lasted for a month. Knockout and Bee decided to get stripes to match (this is why Bee has stripes on his sports car mode)

- Bee has a human “sister” named Charlie in California he met during the war. She wasn’t a soldier or anything, they just hung out and vented to each other sometimes. One day, after Bee went into hiding, she was feeling bummed out and her car starts talking “yeah I miss him too.” The car was Breakdown. She gives him “the sibling talk” and is all like “if you dare hurt him or break his heart I swear-“ and all that and he’s genuinely scared of her bc he’s seen her disassemble and reassemble cars in her sleep (she did it to Knockout once on accident)

- Bee and BD have never kissed (AND THEY NEVER WILL UNLESS HES ALIVE HASBRO IM BEGGING YOU) but if they were to kiss it would have to rival Alex and Dot’s kiss to the mid season finale with that explosion of Purple Hearts behind them like. GIVE ME GAY MEN I DONT SEE ANY OF THEM BEING MAIN CHARACTERS IN CARTOONS ENOUGH.

- “Hi I’m Bumblebee and this is my boyfriend Breakdown and our husband Knockout and his boyfriend Starscream and his fiancé Soundwave and Soundwave’s friend with benefits who’s ace but still likes to get funky Shockwave and Shockwave’s ex Megatron who’s currently dating Elita and OP who are both married”

- Mo and Twitch ship Bee and Breakdown, though you never find out how they found out (it was Nightshade)

- Breakdown supports trans rights.

- most of the transformers do

- tangent but I feel it would be fucking hilarious if Shockwave were a queer ally but still fucking refuses to address the Terrans

- Breakdown once almost killed the governor of Florida (this one’s for me okay I need my catharsis)

- DW he didn’t but the dude resigned almost immediately after and kept seeing a muscle car coated in pride flag stickers at every stop sign for a month (Breakdown was bored)

- I’ll throw Tarn in here. Tarn has a good ass singing voice. That’s for funsies. Nobody invites him to karaoke though because people will literally do anything he says once he starts singing and that’s how Bee ended up with a tattoo on his (mic gets violently pulled away from me)

[xannador]

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Chai's mama didn't raise no quitter!!

In one corner, we have 3 deadly killer robots with claws, lasers, and a horrible attitude. In the other corner, a one-armed skinny dude with a music-powered spidey sense and a cat.

Strap yourselves in, ladies and gentlemen, cause we about to go from 40 on a highway to 150 in a school zone.

[rancid-zinnia-onthepatio]

HE‼️ yes he wears suspenders bc he's a short fat nerd

I'll be flat out honest my au is veeery messy rn as things change constantly (I'm chronically indecisive) so take this little ramble with a grain of salt

Octavius is very close friends with Curt Connors. While Connors is dealing with his lizard arc, (Liz is the first baddie in the timeline atm) the doc is working on his passion project: the arms.

The arms are a vessel to explore the abilities of AI. Otto has always had a fascination for robots and the like. After he's finished with them, they create a neural connection to his brain through a spinal implant. What spiked their advancement in intelligence was the man's brain itself. They basically come alive after he first uses them.

With the newfound consciousness, the AI struggles to understand complex things like morality. Thisss is what makes Octavius become Doc Ock. The artificial and organic minds become too muddled.

random ass facts i have atm:

The arms get names at some point to differentiate between them and make communication easier.

Connors--after hearing about the arms for the first time--does not think they're a good idea. But ultimately he trusts Octavius to make the right decisions. (He shouldn't have.)

The arms are all addressed as "she," and Ock sees them as his daughters at some point.

Otto is nearsighted, and the goggles he wears have corrective lenses in them. Ideally, Spidey could just take off his goggles to stump him in a fight.

For right nooow, Ock is an alter ego, like Octavius has a secret identity for a while. It's not revealed that the two are the same until later. He dyes his graying black hair brown and gels it partially back for his Ock persona. Otto also has heterochromia so I was like "Oh Beck can give him contacts at some point haha"

Over the course of Ock's reign, the arms get advancements to make them more deadly. Like--I had a planned design for underside spines that are placed like the suckers on octopus limbs.

He absolutely hates being called Doctor Octopus, he thinks it sounds too silly. Doc Ock will suffice.

The first member of the Sinister Six (besides him ofc) is Flint Marko.

The green dots on the arms are supposed to be lights and they can display the arm's "emotions."

I crackship him w/ Raimi Ock just for shits and giggles sue me >:)

[womanofwords]

Training Simulation

Summary: the spider-gang end up in a training simulator with Doctor Octopus as their nemesis. But when the training AI discovers a weakness that all the spideys share, the AI goes a little haywire. TW: swearing, British slang and a spoiler for ITSV.

“I’m just so bored,” Miles groaned. “Nothing to do.”

“It’s because of capitalism. Boredom is supposed to drive you to want a job,” Hobie theorized.

“I would literally rather fight Doctor Octopus again than be this bored,” Gwen whined. Pavitr just nodded.

“Oh, really?” Miguel stalked over to where the teens were sitting, slouched in their seats. “You guys are bored?”

“How did you hear that?” Pavitr whispered, terrified.

“I hear everything,” Miguel hissed. “Lyla, are there any training rooms for them to use up their energy in?”

“One just opened up,” Lyla chirped. “It’s in Sector 5. Margo’s over there.”

“You’re going to love the training simulation rooms,” Margo said, showing them to an empty room.

“What sort of training is this?” Gwen asked.

“Well, being Spiderman means you deal with a wide range of villains, which look different depending on which dimension you’re in. They look different, act different, have different identities behind their own villain identities.”

You don’t have to remind me, Gwen thought, thinking of her Peter becoming the Lizard.

“I’m personally really proud of it because I did the AI programming myself,” Margo said, her tone sounding proud. “I programmed it to search for weaknesses and use them in the same way the villain would if they found out.”

“Which villain are we fightin’, then?” Hobie asked.

“Doctor Octopus,” Margo said. “The villains are on rotation. Last week, it was Mysterio. And the week before that, it was Scorpion.”

“Oh,” Miles said. Margo wasn’t walking with them any more; she had herded them into the training simulation room and was on the outside of the room plugging instructions in.

“Have fun!” she smiled as she closed the door on them. Doctor Octopus spawned in, a male version with a bowl cut and a German accent.

“Hello, little spiders,” he purred.

“Who’s this twat callin’ little?” Hobie asked, gesturing to his lanky frame. “That’s it!” Hobie ran towards the scientist supervillain, guitar raised to hit him on the head like he did to the president.

“What are you doing?” Gwen snapped.

“He got on my nerves,” Hobie yelled, leaping into the air to attack him from above. He was suspended in the air by a tentacle.

“That’s an interesting weapon,” the supervillain said, taking Hobie’s guitar and throwing it at the wall. It shattered into long wooden splinters.

“My friend gave me that guitar, you fuckin’ wanker!” Hobie yelled, angrily trying to pry himself out of the tentacle’s grip. A second tentacle ended up underneath his arm to pull it away, squeezing at his armpit.

They weren’t expecting to hear a snort of laughter.

“Get your nasty little tentacles away from mehehehehe!” Hobie giggled.

“Oh, does the little spider have a weakness?” Doctor Octopus taunted, more tentacles latching onto more ticklish spots.

“What is happening?” Miles asked.

“Hobie’s secretly really ticklish,” Gwen explained, teasing.

“And it’s adorable!” Pavitr gushed.

“IHIHIHIT’S NOT ADORABLE!” Hobie yelled through his laughter.

“I wonder if the other spiders have the same weakness,” Doc Ock said, as more versions of the same villain came in. Miles recognized the one from his own dimension. Pavitr’s one looked terrifying, a demonic entity with six arms and shoulder armour. Gwen’s universe didn’t have a Doctor Octopus, so they borrowed one from another universe. The first thing they saw was Hobie laughing himself silly with tentacles squeezing at every available ticklish spot. And, since every version of Doctor Octopus was incredibly clever and vindictive, they got the hint fast.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think of this ages ago! A chance to find out more about Spiderman’s nervous system right in the palm of my hands!” 1610 Doc Ock laughed, as a robot arm restrained Miles’ wrist and human arms traced Miles’ ribcage. The other three robot arms squeezed at his tummy.

“I thought you got hit by a truck!” he giggled.

“What truck?” she asked.

“THA-THA-THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Miles dissolved into laughter.

“Honestly, I didn’t think our little arachnid foes were so easily defeated,” 50101 Doctor Octopus said. Pavitr was in fits of laughter in his many arms, the laughter ranging from fits of giggles to full-on belly laughs. Gwen wasn’t having much luck, either. Her uniform was thin and didn’t protect her at all.

“Hey, is it - OH MY GOD!” Margo gasped as she saw the previous confident and bored spider variants in the throes of laughter.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP!” Miles yelled.

“On it!” Margo made copies of herself to turn off the simulation, letting the giggling teens relax. “I’m so sorry! There was only supposed to be one! I don’t know what happened!”

“It’s fine, lemme . . .” Hobie got up and collapsed.

“That took a lot out of you,” Margo observed. “Come on.” More copies appeared, picking up the exhausted kids and taking them away.

“We do not need to go to some dumb medical centre,” Miles groaned.

“You’re not. You’re going to the cosy room. It’s a room full of blankets, pillows, sofas, and beds. You’ll love it so much.” Margo kept walking, dragging the others away.

The room was a paradise. Soft blankets, a huge bed right in the middle of a sea of sofas and giant pillows. They were placed into the large bed side by side, the biggest blue blanket draped over them. Then, she backed out of the room slowly, not wanting to disturb their slumber. Once she was out of earshot, she raced back to the training simulation room and called Lyla.

“Lyla, are the training sessions recorded?”

“Yes!” the bubbly AI’s voice replied.

“Good. Send a copy of the training session by Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar and Hobie Brown directly to me,” Margo said conspiratorially.

“Done it.”

[istherewifiinhell]

oh boy if theres any cover that could get my attention

[ID: Comic cover art by Mark Texeira, showing Spider-man swinging a web around Megatron, his arms bound to his chest. Spidey's in the black symbiote suit, other decepticons reacting to their tussle. END]

well anyway its not very good. marvel tf no 3, or 5-6 in uk, 1984, (despite the cover indicating january, it was in the fall)

alright lets go-- Writer: Jim Salicrup, Pencils: Frank Springer, Inks: Kim Demulder & Mike Esposito, Letters: Janice Chiang and Others*, Colour: Nelson Yomtov, Editor: Bob Buduansky, EiC: Jim Shooter Digital re-master by digikore studios limited. collection edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon. editorial notes and assistance by Mark. W. Bellomo

* thats really how they credited it. not even the wiki list anyone else. what the fuck.

normally i strive for these posts to be ordered either in a way for comedy, or perhaps one that will give a gist of the plot. this one were just gonna try and get thru. okay?

robots... COMMENCE

[ID: Caption box: "--Or. While still inside him, witnessing Starscream's amazing transformation will!" Starscream lands from jet to bot mode, and says "Machines have been slaves on this backward world long enough!" He opens his cockpit, continuing "Today the roles are rightly reversed!" Sparkplug, who's hoisted up by the shirt goes "Ulp!" END]

always good to check in. okay. thanks starscream.

[ID: Sparkplug looks distressed, as Megatron looms behind. He's thinking "And these guys ain't any friendlier than my jailkeepers when i was a prisoner of war in Korea. Well, if that's the case��" and then says "My name's William Witwicky!Sergeant first class, United States Marines! Serial number--" Megatron picks him up by the foot, dangling him at head height. "Enough! You will cooperate or cease to exist!" END]

wha-. WILLIAM??? he was a POW in the KOREAN WAR. what the fuck. dont say that. dont say that ever again. anyway

[ID: Inside the Decepticon base, the cons standing around. Megatron speaks "Rumble…", who in response, twists his hand and replies "Whatever you say, boss!" Sparkplug standing on a small platform, thinks "These stooges'll do whatever the big cheese tells them!" Rumble holds his now unscrewed hand in the other, directing the energon spilling from his wrist into a oil drum. He says "Say "When" Scraplet!" Sparkplug replies "Er-- that's enough!" END]

i mean. yeah i think when ur saying. okay. ill do the science u kidnapped me for, but ill need some samples. ur not really expecting. that.

[ID: Autobots in alt mode, Optimus with his trailer open, says "Hound, Sideswipe, you're both low in fuel! Ride with me!" Sideswipe is driving up the trailer ramp and Hound responds "As you command, Optimus!" but thinks to himself "Wait 'til Doc Ratchet sees he has to patch up Sideswipe-- again!*" editors note: *see last issue-Bob. END]

hey look, play features. (i always love an editors note when theres less than 5 issues lol)

and introducing in this episodes special introduction

[ID: Full body of Ratchet, hands on hips. Notable, he looks more like a regular transformer, with a clear head and face, a blocky but still human layout of body. END]

the character models have been finished! good to see ya ratchet, hows having a body suiting ya? oh sorry were you looking for spiderman?

[ID: Caption box: "Soon, in a nearby secluded spot…" Peter Parker hides behind some rocks, looking toward a crowd on the other side. He thinks "I'll have a much better chance at photographing whatever's in that fortress as Spider- man!" and the symbiote suit starts to cover his body. "This costume's quite a time-saver! All I have to do is think about changing and it takes care of the rest!" He swings up to a tree thinking "If only I could solve all my problems as easily!" Editors note reads "This story takes place before spider-man #258." END]

im gonna level with you editors. i dont know what that means and i dont care.

[ID: Spidey is upside down, watching Gears transform, thinking "--I bet he's one of those robots returning to the nest!" Gears meanwhile thinks "How did i get stuck with this scouting mission? What do i care about these pesky little creatures?" He flies off, he continues musing "I've always suspected that Optimus Prime had a perverse sense of humor!" Spidey swings after him calling out "Hey! Hold on, big boy!--or as that funny lady on tv says, "Can we talk?" END]

spiderman can't u tell hes busy bitching about his job? all tho 10/10 first words to a transformers being hold on big boy.... me too man.

[ID: Caption box: Later, after extensive introductions and explanations… Spidey is hanging upside down over a congregation of Autobots in alt mode and remarks "I've fought alongside some weird characters in my career, Optimus--but this has to be a first!" Optimus replies "I am sure tales of your exploits would be interesting, Spider-man, but, for now, can you inform your military to step aside and allow us to deal with the Decepticons?" Spidey "Trust me--they'll never buy it coming from me! But i've got a plan!" END]

oh okay so were just. yeah okay were just gonna skip the interesting parts. no first meeting. okay. both of them: you seem cool but i havent read your comics. and also im not going to.

[ID: Caption Box: Meanwhile... Spidey and Gears scout out the Decepticon Base. Spidey, comically at length: We're in luck, Gears! With the army and your buddies keeping them busy out front, they're not guarding the back door! Of course, this sheer drop is enough to discourage most visitors--even traveling salesman-- but not your friendly out-of-town Spider-man! Gears thinks "This human reminds me of Bluestreak they both seem to love the sound of their own voice!" Spidey scales the cliff as Gears shoots up past him asking "Do all humans have powers like yours?" Spidey: Not since i checked last! I'd feel real foolish if they did! END]

does the bad text layout get a pass when its for a joke?

anyway give it up for the best three panels weve had all series

[ID: Spidey swinging around inside the base, Gears following, a door closing at the end of the hall. Spidey: They're trying to seal us in and i didn't even bring my overnight bag! He swings under the lowering bulkhead, calling out "See you later, big brother!" Gears simply bust thru the closed door saying "Not so fast! We're in this together, little one!" END]

wait what the fuck that was actually really cute. do that again, for a second there i thought i was reading good comics for a change

[ID: Spidey webbing up Megatron saying "Bazooka Joe's all tied up... Let's call a cab and split!" Gears is guiding Sparkplug away, who says "Remind me to thank that masked fella!" But Gears is thinking "This is worse than I expected! We don't have a chance against Megatron!" And calls out "Spider-man, hurry! We must--!" END]

Mf called him BAZOOKA JOE. alright. probably spiderman showing up after u were kidnapped by robits. not a big deal?

[ID: Caption box: Soon, after the other Autobots have disengaged from their battle with the Decepticons on the other side of the mountain… Autobots are standing over Gears, crumpled on the ground. One, Sunstreaker or Brawn, announces "That's the last piece-- we've collected all that's left of him!" Spidey is lowering down on a web asking "How can you all be so cold and unfeeling? He died a hero!" Sparkplug on the ground adds "Don't you even have mechanical hearts?" END]

lot of assuming "i know when robots are dead" from the humans here. hes fine. not that anyone even took the two seconds to say, "for us this is a recoverable injury he just needs the medic" lol. he waited until ratchet was actually. DOING that back at base. anyway. thats the crossover comic. its. not great. fine. maybe. OKAY BYE

[ID: Soundwave, heaving a massive piece of machinery over his head, and casually walking over a iron wrought fence that crunches under his feet. A guard shooting at him harmlessly and yelling "H-hey! Come back here with that!" And then thinks to himself "I'd quit this job if i wasn't so close to retirement! END]

(demastered edit. PURPLEWAVE YOU WILL LIVE ON IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS)

[feathergail]

When the Spiderman with the four robot arms (he will be called Robot-Arms Spidey from this moment forth) was looking for Miles while Miles was stuck to his back, a robot hand wandered over to Miles' side and Miles let out a ticklish yelp. This confirms two things:

Miles is ticklish

If anybody from Spider-Society found this out, he wouldn't be able to escape as quickly as he had the last time.

Robot-Arms Spidey would be a ruthless ler with six arms. Just letting that little thought rot your brain.

Robot-Arms Spidey: I can't believe that you used me as a hiding spot! What do you even take me for? Miles: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

OMGGGGGGGG EATS THIS UP

i love how the tk community is obsessed with the dude with the robot arms who only had like 5 seconds of screen time, it’s so cute /gen /pos

[scopostims]

singularity stimboard for @spidey-555 :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard.

GIF 1: The innards of an animatronic head looking up and down.

GIF 2: Someone smashing hardened sugar in a tray with a hammer, the sugar shattering like glass.

GIF 3: A blue tinted GIF of a robot moving its arms around.

GIF 4: Slow motion footage of a glass display case with wooden framing being thrown at the ground, the whole thing breaking.

Image: Concept art for a fight against Singularity Balance from Bayonetta 3.

GIF 5: Someone punching a thin layer of clear ice on water, it shattering under their fist.

GIF 6: A robotic hand extending it's fingers, the segmented phalanges all glowing blue.

GIF 7: A line being cut down a tightly wound spool of thread using a box cutter, the thread fluffing outwards.

GIF 8: A pair of robotic eyes with blue eyelids and purple irises looking around and blinking.

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